So here is a little story with some lessons.
Yesterday was our free day, our Sabbath, which is Saturday. We were going to go to a little tourist town as a squad (all 52 of us plus some extra) to hang out and relax for the day. I was super excited because I had not left this property since the previous Sunday for church. My team was making pancakes for the squad in the morning, kind of under pressure because we were still cooking in our pajamas 15 minutes before the bus was supposed to leave. Meanwhile Tony, our ministry host, wanted to have a meeting for the last 15minutes before we left, which made us girls anxious until he said he would give us ten minutes.
The meeting was about a mother whose two little boys are currently staying with us because she is sick. This is a young woman in her thirties with three children who has been bed ridden for at least two weeks with stomach issues. This family lives in a tiny wooden shack with dirt floors. She hasn’t been able to cook for her family or afford food because of her illness and her hospital bill. Tony took her to a private hospital on Friday since the public hospital said nothing was wrong with her and they had to keep her over night (we are watching her two boys since they have no one else). Tony told us at the meeting that the doctors think that it is stomach cancer and that we need to pray for her.
All of us were broken in hearing this news and someone brought up going and praying for her personally, but the issue was our free day field trip. So we prayed for her and for our day and we all decided that we wanted to go to the hospital to pray for her and the others in there. We actually never got inside because of the security and there were over 60 of us there, but we brought stuff to sit outside with and we worshipped and prayed for the patients. About an hour into worshipping one of the racers comes from the hospital and tells us that the mother can be discharged, that she only has a bacterial infection. I believe that God truly changed her diagnosis from something life threatening to something so easy to treat. (We stayed there for a few more hours until she was discharged, and God even blessed us that night by enabling us to go to the mall)
God changes plans, actually, he has the master plan…we just tamper with it and fill it with what we want. We could have easily gone to the tourist town and went on with OUR day, but instead we sat back and really asked God what he wanted. He wanted us to go to the one individual. He changed the plans of over 60 people for one person. I love that about God! God sees us all separately, we aren’t just a group. He loves each of us individually! God serves us certain people every day, it is our decision on whose plan we choose.
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